It's supposed to be strictly professional. As a certified werewolf facilitator, Jane knows the rules: never touch your assigned wolf, never let it get personal, and never give in to the heat. But Kaleb's cycle won't end. No matter how many women he's taken, the ache won't stop. Desperate, feral, insatiable—he needs something more. Something only she can give.
When protocol breaks down and her hands aren't enough, Jane does the unthinkable. One taste of her and Kaleb snaps. Now he won't stop until she's knotted, bred, and overflowing with his seed. Days blur into nights as Jane is pushed past her limits, trembling, swollen, begging for more. But when she realizes she missed a pill, it's too late—Kaleb's already claimed her, and he has no intention of stopping until every drop inside her takes.
